Monthly Archives: May 2016

The older he got the more he realized that sobriety was a condition he was growing increasingly allergic to. He would have attacks. Pangs of panic as his face flushed red with an anxiety that was a distant as the … Continue reading →

The heel of her Stilettos catches my eyebrow. It takes off a good chunk of flesh, but nothing irreparable. She’s screaming at me, but her cries fall short with the cloth jammed in her mouth. She’s half naked on the … Continue reading →

There is something pleasant about books that take their time. In a world where bestsellers filled with rough and tumble detectives and cut-throat espionage, it’s hard not to think that in a world more and more dedicated to immediate satisfaction, … Continue reading →

I have stumbled upon what appears to be a wormhole in the forest. My citizens will periodically appears on the ass-end of the map and begin the long and arduous trek back down to the warm comfort of their homes. … Continue reading →

Dressed in enough layers to warm the dead, he wandered in from the street, caked in ash and smelling of chlorine. Through the ashen death coat his eyes showed a perfect green almost glowing in the toneless world behind him. … Continue reading →

It’s a novella that was the basis for a movie that apparently everyone but me actually saw in some form or another. That being said I’m not so disconnected from the cultural zeitgeist to be unaware of it’s existence, so I … Continue reading →

“Here’s the thing about boys: they die young. They’ve got bad hearts, bad brains, and from the time their balls drop they are on a singular path towards destruction. What is machismo? A disposition to see them die by each … Continue reading →